Post by BRIM on Apr 20, 2022 2:34:26 GMT -5
We come into a shot of the ash covered feet of the Savage Champion, BRIM as he slowly walks within the single-filed line that is OCW personnel. Checking his surroundings, he spots several of the aggressive natives pointing spears not only at him but other members of the roster. He scoffs. BRIM knew that these weren’t the same natives that he came across earlier in the week but he previously had knowledge about them thanks to his new friends that he made while being stranded. Frustrated by the situation that he, along with the others were in, it took everything within him to simply just destroy everyone and free his colleagues. But a part of him knew that that would probably hurt them more than it would help them. As the crew continues to walk along a premade path, BRIM hears a commotion from the front of the line. His eyes dart forward as he sees Leo say something to Marcus. Soon, Greg, Knife Man and CAP SLOCK have also joined in on the conversation which causes the natives to become alert. The entire line comes to a halt as the natives look towards their direction. The conversation immediately ends.
After about five seconds of uncomfortable silence, the natives see that nothing is awry so they continue to lead the crew. Exactly where was the bigger question. The images of the destroyed jungle sent chills through BRIM’s spine, seeing bodies of animals and patrons alike prove that him and the rest had been very detrimental to the island. BRIM glanced down at his ash covered feet, chuckling to himself over the fact that he’s been walking around barefooted for almost the entirety of their stay on the island. Suddenly, a blood curdling cry can be heard from one of the natives which catches the attention of everyone. Everyone, except Stan who’s suddenly stabbed with no warning by the native. Everyone around BRIM gasps in shock and horror, Zybala cries out loudly, devastated over the abrupt loss of his poker buddy. Blood and guts spill out onto the charred ground, this causes everyone to straighten up and fly right. So to speak. Other native rush the offending one, speaking in a different tongue that BRIM was unable to understand but he could notice that they were less than happy with his actions. He sneers at his people but quickly backs down.
Once order was restored, the group continued on, being led to who knows where. There was an eerie feel in the jungle, there were no longer the sounds of crickets calling out. No birds flew through the area that reeked of death. Various corpses surrounded the area as they moved further and further. Many of the others looked towards Welsh for some type of reprieve but BRIM was only going with the motions. As much as he had been through within his lifetime, this would be considered a casual Tuesday for him.
“Look!” He heard Leo say, causing everyone’s attention to come to the emergence of new life from the jungle. I mean it could be old life since this was a part of the island that has been unexplored by the Online Championship Wrestling employees. Beautiful palm trees lined the area, lustful green grass that caused a bit of hope to flow through the crowd.of men and women. We then make it to a set of specific palm trees that the head native leads the rest of us through. One by one we trudge into what for now is the unknown.
Beads of sweat fall profusely from BRIM’s forehead, the heat from the sun combined by the dreadful walk makes BRIM highly irritable. He slings his head backwards, shifting his prespired locks from in front of his face. His head moves from left to right, watching the four natives who have spears aimed directly at him. He spits down at the ground, this causes the natives to become a bit angered from what they consider disrespect but the head of the tribe gives a call that forces them to stand down. BRIM chuckles.
“Can you please not do that again?” Asks Wilson who’s directly behind BRIM.
He looks back at the newly hired interviewer and growls at him. Wilson gulps deeply.
“Nevermind.”
BRIM smiles as he turns back forward. The trip is a long one, a trying one if you will. So much so that BRIM no longer wants to focus on walking. Which is typical for him whenever he’s on a long walk. His mind begins to wonder, thinking of times and situations that in his mind would distract him from doing anything that would get anyone hurt or much worse.His attention turns towards the trees, which there is an abundance of, however through the trees, he spots a figure off in the distance who appears to be following the group. He focuses his eyes to see that it’s the sasquatch that has been looking out for him since the beginning. This causes him to smirk a bit but the look of concern on the sasquatch face makes BRIM’s demeanor change.
The scene begins to do that squiggly line deal, don’t ask me how. I really don’t know how, especially considering that there are no real cameras that have actually worked on the island. However, we find ourselves back inside of the cave that BRIM was led to. He stands there along with the sasquatch and the native, watching the occupants of the community move about with their lives with little to no concern. BRIM looks around at his surroundings, although they are inside of a cave, this could possibly be one of the nicest caves in the existence of this earth. The main thing that catches his eye is a luxurious waterfall that leads into a lake that sits towards the far left of the area. There’s a reddish orange glow to the area, giving it a magnificent appeal. Not trying to get too caught up in the essence of the area, BRIM goes back to the drawings that line the cave walls. Examining them to the best of his ability. One section in particular really catches his interest.
“So you say that this bunyip has been terrorizing your people for centuries?” BRIM questioned.
“That’s correct, it has taken many people from this island.”
“And you say that its main stomping grounds is the swamp?”
“That is true.” The native answered, keeping his conversation short and to the point.
“These paintings? What do they mean?”
BRIM is fascinated by one of the drawings that depicts a heavy set, dark skinned man with wild hair battling a large creature within what appears to be a swamp.
“These are the visions of our visionaries.” The sasquatch stated. “These are some of the things that they see that haven’t happened just yet. When they sleep, visions come to them of future events and they come to these walls and draw them out.”
“Is that so?” BRIM moves towards his right, noticing another drawing. This one depicts the beast of a man, protecting what appears to be another man from being eaten by what could possibly be the bunyip. “Why are all of these paintings of the bunyip different?”
“No one has ever lived to see exactly what it looks like. There are only stories of what we believe it to appear to be. We’ve only witnessed the damage afterwards.”
There is soon a small tremble that sends cries of worry and concern throughout the tribe.
“Oh no!” The native says with concern.
Suddenly, what can only be the soldiers of the tribe begin to move furiously around the caved area, grabbing spears along with other weapons, preparing themselves for battle.
“What’s the problem?”
“The island has become angered.” He shouts orders in a different dialect towards the other natives as they gear themselves for the worse. “In order for the island to become calm, a sacrifice must be made. Which means that our people will be under attack.”
“This shit is too much for me.” He glances at a drawing of a volcano that seems to be erupting. “I need more clarification on these drawings.”
“Legend has it..” The sasquatch starts. “An eagle would drop in from the sky.”
The sasquatch begins to point towards the first drawing in the section, it’s a larger than life bird crashing into the ground.
“From within its eggs a formidable opponent for the bunyip would emerge.”
BRIM looks closely at the next drawing, men and women, resembling OCW employees are seen.
“That opponent would be a man with the heart of a savage..”
BRIM looks at the next drawing and sees the large, dark skinned figure going at it with a shark, the next drawing is the figure wielding the eye in victory.
“Hol’ up..” He says with concern in his voice. The pieces are starting to form together.
“A man who would be mightier than the others.”
Now shaking his head in denial, BRIM looks closely at the next drawing which becomes clearer to him as he now sees himself standing victorious after the battle royale.
“I know you’re fucking lying…”
“Why do you think I have helped you since your arrival, mate?”
“Hell, you're just a nice guy? T’fuck if I know.. This isn’t making any sense to me.”
“You can’t stop what you are destined to do, mate.”
“Fuck that bullshit, I just wanna kick Kelson’s ass, that’s it, that’s all. All of this other shit is nowhere near what the fuck I signed up for.”
“What is the concern, you will not fail.” The native chimed in.
“What? I won’t fail? T’fuck? Who t’fuck? Why t’fuck? What t’fuck are y’all trying to tell me?”
The two appear confused at BRIM’s anger but the sasquatch answers.
“You are destined to rid our people of the bunyip.”
“Like some kinda chosen one.” BRIM asks, confused.
They both nod in agreement.
“Naw.. Fuck that.. I mean, thanks for the vote of confidence for the battle royale tonight. I mean that has me truly pumped for tonight but this other shit got me over here scratching my head because it’s not making any sense to me. So, not only are you telling me that I’m walking out with a victory tonight but I’m also going to defeat a legendary monster who no one knows exactly what it looks like?”
They nod again.
“Do I at least defeat Kelson?”
“They shrug with the native responding. “That we do not know.”
“But y’all can see me killing a monster?” He scoffs. “Okay.”
“We don’t know what the future holds for you, only what it holds for our people.”
BRIM looks at the drawing of what could possibly be him saving Kelson from the bunyip. He looks back to the native and the sasquatch, then around at the rest of the tribespeople.
“Excuse me if I’m a bit confused and trying to piece this puzzle together. I’m just trying to get everything straight. So.. you two are telling me that at some point.. While I’m here, I’m going to come across this..” He looks back at the drawings. “Bunyip thing and in the process of coming across it, I’m going to ‘defeat’ it?”
They nod again.
“This isn’t putting me at ease but I’m always ready for whatever may come my way. Kinda been the story of my life.. This shit is crazy, I just wanna go out, win this royale and become number one contender for the OCW Championship. Then go on to beat Hewitt at Technical Difficulties to retain my Savage Championships which you two made me leave lying on the ground by the way. If I’m focusing on this bunyip thing, it’s only going to be a matter of time before I’m caught slipping and losing everything that I’ve worked for. Not only do I face five of the toughest muthafuckers that I’ve ever faced in my career. But I move on to place what I’ve fought hard to solely possess on the line against what some of the powers that be within Online Championship Wrestling consider the hottest thing to step inside of this company lately. Who's to say that I won’t feed any of these wrestlers to this bunyip?” BRIM now questions.
“You won’t.” The native coldly states.
“Damn..” He takes another look at the painting. “Guess I don’t hate the kid that much huh..”
The native and sasquatch shrug in unison. The scene soon begins to fade, by some miracle of technology as we fade back to BRIM who’s now chained by his right ankle and right hand to a petrified wall. A caged cell appears to now be his home, along with the other personnel of OCW. BRIM looks agitated about his circumstances as the scene goes black.
After about five seconds of uncomfortable silence, the natives see that nothing is awry so they continue to lead the crew. Exactly where was the bigger question. The images of the destroyed jungle sent chills through BRIM’s spine, seeing bodies of animals and patrons alike prove that him and the rest had been very detrimental to the island. BRIM glanced down at his ash covered feet, chuckling to himself over the fact that he’s been walking around barefooted for almost the entirety of their stay on the island. Suddenly, a blood curdling cry can be heard from one of the natives which catches the attention of everyone. Everyone, except Stan who’s suddenly stabbed with no warning by the native. Everyone around BRIM gasps in shock and horror, Zybala cries out loudly, devastated over the abrupt loss of his poker buddy. Blood and guts spill out onto the charred ground, this causes everyone to straighten up and fly right. So to speak. Other native rush the offending one, speaking in a different tongue that BRIM was unable to understand but he could notice that they were less than happy with his actions. He sneers at his people but quickly backs down.
Once order was restored, the group continued on, being led to who knows where. There was an eerie feel in the jungle, there were no longer the sounds of crickets calling out. No birds flew through the area that reeked of death. Various corpses surrounded the area as they moved further and further. Many of the others looked towards Welsh for some type of reprieve but BRIM was only going with the motions. As much as he had been through within his lifetime, this would be considered a casual Tuesday for him.
“Look!” He heard Leo say, causing everyone’s attention to come to the emergence of new life from the jungle. I mean it could be old life since this was a part of the island that has been unexplored by the Online Championship Wrestling employees. Beautiful palm trees lined the area, lustful green grass that caused a bit of hope to flow through the crowd.of men and women. We then make it to a set of specific palm trees that the head native leads the rest of us through. One by one we trudge into what for now is the unknown.
Beads of sweat fall profusely from BRIM’s forehead, the heat from the sun combined by the dreadful walk makes BRIM highly irritable. He slings his head backwards, shifting his prespired locks from in front of his face. His head moves from left to right, watching the four natives who have spears aimed directly at him. He spits down at the ground, this causes the natives to become a bit angered from what they consider disrespect but the head of the tribe gives a call that forces them to stand down. BRIM chuckles.
“Can you please not do that again?” Asks Wilson who’s directly behind BRIM.
He looks back at the newly hired interviewer and growls at him. Wilson gulps deeply.
“Nevermind.”
BRIM smiles as he turns back forward. The trip is a long one, a trying one if you will. So much so that BRIM no longer wants to focus on walking. Which is typical for him whenever he’s on a long walk. His mind begins to wonder, thinking of times and situations that in his mind would distract him from doing anything that would get anyone hurt or much worse.His attention turns towards the trees, which there is an abundance of, however through the trees, he spots a figure off in the distance who appears to be following the group. He focuses his eyes to see that it’s the sasquatch that has been looking out for him since the beginning. This causes him to smirk a bit but the look of concern on the sasquatch face makes BRIM’s demeanor change.
The scene begins to do that squiggly line deal, don’t ask me how. I really don’t know how, especially considering that there are no real cameras that have actually worked on the island. However, we find ourselves back inside of the cave that BRIM was led to. He stands there along with the sasquatch and the native, watching the occupants of the community move about with their lives with little to no concern. BRIM looks around at his surroundings, although they are inside of a cave, this could possibly be one of the nicest caves in the existence of this earth. The main thing that catches his eye is a luxurious waterfall that leads into a lake that sits towards the far left of the area. There’s a reddish orange glow to the area, giving it a magnificent appeal. Not trying to get too caught up in the essence of the area, BRIM goes back to the drawings that line the cave walls. Examining them to the best of his ability. One section in particular really catches his interest.
“So you say that this bunyip has been terrorizing your people for centuries?” BRIM questioned.
“That’s correct, it has taken many people from this island.”
“And you say that its main stomping grounds is the swamp?”
“That is true.” The native answered, keeping his conversation short and to the point.
“These paintings? What do they mean?”
BRIM is fascinated by one of the drawings that depicts a heavy set, dark skinned man with wild hair battling a large creature within what appears to be a swamp.
“These are the visions of our visionaries.” The sasquatch stated. “These are some of the things that they see that haven’t happened just yet. When they sleep, visions come to them of future events and they come to these walls and draw them out.”
“Is that so?” BRIM moves towards his right, noticing another drawing. This one depicts the beast of a man, protecting what appears to be another man from being eaten by what could possibly be the bunyip. “Why are all of these paintings of the bunyip different?”
“No one has ever lived to see exactly what it looks like. There are only stories of what we believe it to appear to be. We’ve only witnessed the damage afterwards.”
There is soon a small tremble that sends cries of worry and concern throughout the tribe.
“Oh no!” The native says with concern.
Suddenly, what can only be the soldiers of the tribe begin to move furiously around the caved area, grabbing spears along with other weapons, preparing themselves for battle.
“What’s the problem?”
“The island has become angered.” He shouts orders in a different dialect towards the other natives as they gear themselves for the worse. “In order for the island to become calm, a sacrifice must be made. Which means that our people will be under attack.”
“This shit is too much for me.” He glances at a drawing of a volcano that seems to be erupting. “I need more clarification on these drawings.”
“Legend has it..” The sasquatch starts. “An eagle would drop in from the sky.”
The sasquatch begins to point towards the first drawing in the section, it’s a larger than life bird crashing into the ground.
“From within its eggs a formidable opponent for the bunyip would emerge.”
BRIM looks closely at the next drawing, men and women, resembling OCW employees are seen.
“That opponent would be a man with the heart of a savage..”
BRIM looks at the next drawing and sees the large, dark skinned figure going at it with a shark, the next drawing is the figure wielding the eye in victory.
“Hol’ up..” He says with concern in his voice. The pieces are starting to form together.
“A man who would be mightier than the others.”
Now shaking his head in denial, BRIM looks closely at the next drawing which becomes clearer to him as he now sees himself standing victorious after the battle royale.
“I know you’re fucking lying…”
“Why do you think I have helped you since your arrival, mate?”
“Hell, you're just a nice guy? T’fuck if I know.. This isn’t making any sense to me.”
“You can’t stop what you are destined to do, mate.”
“Fuck that bullshit, I just wanna kick Kelson’s ass, that’s it, that’s all. All of this other shit is nowhere near what the fuck I signed up for.”
“What is the concern, you will not fail.” The native chimed in.
“What? I won’t fail? T’fuck? Who t’fuck? Why t’fuck? What t’fuck are y’all trying to tell me?”
The two appear confused at BRIM’s anger but the sasquatch answers.
“You are destined to rid our people of the bunyip.”
“Like some kinda chosen one.” BRIM asks, confused.
They both nod in agreement.
“Naw.. Fuck that.. I mean, thanks for the vote of confidence for the battle royale tonight. I mean that has me truly pumped for tonight but this other shit got me over here scratching my head because it’s not making any sense to me. So, not only are you telling me that I’m walking out with a victory tonight but I’m also going to defeat a legendary monster who no one knows exactly what it looks like?”
They nod again.
“Do I at least defeat Kelson?”
“They shrug with the native responding. “That we do not know.”
“But y’all can see me killing a monster?” He scoffs. “Okay.”
“We don’t know what the future holds for you, only what it holds for our people.”
BRIM looks at the drawing of what could possibly be him saving Kelson from the bunyip. He looks back to the native and the sasquatch, then around at the rest of the tribespeople.
“Excuse me if I’m a bit confused and trying to piece this puzzle together. I’m just trying to get everything straight. So.. you two are telling me that at some point.. While I’m here, I’m going to come across this..” He looks back at the drawings. “Bunyip thing and in the process of coming across it, I’m going to ‘defeat’ it?”
They nod again.
“This isn’t putting me at ease but I’m always ready for whatever may come my way. Kinda been the story of my life.. This shit is crazy, I just wanna go out, win this royale and become number one contender for the OCW Championship. Then go on to beat Hewitt at Technical Difficulties to retain my Savage Championships which you two made me leave lying on the ground by the way. If I’m focusing on this bunyip thing, it’s only going to be a matter of time before I’m caught slipping and losing everything that I’ve worked for. Not only do I face five of the toughest muthafuckers that I’ve ever faced in my career. But I move on to place what I’ve fought hard to solely possess on the line against what some of the powers that be within Online Championship Wrestling consider the hottest thing to step inside of this company lately. Who's to say that I won’t feed any of these wrestlers to this bunyip?” BRIM now questions.
“You won’t.” The native coldly states.
“Damn..” He takes another look at the painting. “Guess I don’t hate the kid that much huh..”
The native and sasquatch shrug in unison. The scene soon begins to fade, by some miracle of technology as we fade back to BRIM who’s now chained by his right ankle and right hand to a petrified wall. A caged cell appears to now be his home, along with the other personnel of OCW. BRIM looks agitated about his circumstances as the scene goes black.